Clara made sure of that. The dress she chose clung to me like liquid silver, the fringe shimmering with every step. Each strand caught the light like tiny shards of moonlight, glinting with diamond tips.
The pearls at my throat and ears completed the illusion, making me look elegant and untouchable.
But beneath it all, my skin prickled. There were too many eyes thrown my way.
“Who is she?”
“Is she new?”
My sharp ears caught the whispers. I ignored them, even as my wolf shifted uneasily.
Victor still wasn’t answering my calls. When I left the house, he wasn't home yet. He said we would meet up at the banquet.
Where are you, Victor?
I sank onto a sofa, crossing my legs carefully, my posture composed… but inside, I was counting every second, waiting.
We were supposed to present the g
